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... steal , That still as death approaches nearer , The joys of life are sweeter , dearer ; a And had I but an hour to live , That little hour to bliss I'd give ! ODE VIII.5 I CARE not for the idle state Of Persia's king , the rich , the ...
... steal , That still as death approaches nearer , The joys of life are sweeter , dearer ; a And had I but an hour to live , That little hour to bliss I'd give ! ODE VIII.5 I CARE not for the idle state Of Persia's king , the rich , the ...
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... Steal from Venus bland desire , Steal from Mars the look of fire , Blend them in such expression here , That we , by turns , may hope and fear ; Now from the sunny apple seek The velvet down that spreads his cheek ! There Softness ...
... Steal from Venus bland desire , Steal from Mars the look of fire , Blend them in such expression here , That we , by turns , may hope and fear ; Now from the sunny apple seek The velvet down that spreads his cheek ! There Softness ...
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... steal To wanton o'er thy mazy vest ; And thou would'st ope thy bosom veil , And take me panting to thy breast ! I wish I might a rosebud grow , And thou would'st cull me from the bower , And place me on that breast of snow , Where I ...
... steal To wanton o'er thy mazy vest ; And thou would'st ope thy bosom veil , And take me panting to thy breast ! I wish I might a rosebud grow , And thou would'st cull me from the bower , And place me on that breast of snow , Where I ...
Strona 30
... steal the rosy form , And chill the pulse , which trembles warm ! And death - alas ! that hearts , which thrill Like yours and mine , should e'er be still ! 2 Saint Pavin makes the same distinction in a sonnet to a young girl : Je sais ...
... steal the rosy form , And chill the pulse , which trembles warm ! And death - alas ! that hearts , which thrill Like yours and mine , should e'er be still ! 2 Saint Pavin makes the same distinction in a sonnet to a young girl : Je sais ...
Strona 31
... steals to wound the unwary heart ; And oh ! I hate , with all my soul , Discordant clamours o'er the bowl , Where every cordial heart should be , Attuned to peace and harmony . Come , let us hear the soul of song Expire the silver harp ...
... steals to wound the unwary heart ; And oh ! I hate , with all my soul , Discordant clamours o'er the bowl , Where every cordial heart should be , Attuned to peace and harmony . Come , let us hear the soul of song Expire the silver harp ...
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Strona 382 - Alas ! — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity...
Strona 425 - Oft, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me. Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Strona 190 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Strona 423 - Those joyous hours are passed away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening bells ! Moore.
Strona 195 - Music, oh how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should Feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are ev'n more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray.
Strona 201 - He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him ; Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him.
Strona 201 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps. And lovers around her are sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Strona 171 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Strona 217 - DEAR Harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long,' When proudly, my own Island Harp, I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song...
Strona 339 - Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace.